Chapter 8: Scans
Two minutes earlier.
Silas looked over the supplies he'd prepared, making sure everything was in order.
'That should be all of it,' Silas thought, recounting the supplies once more.
Pointing the ring around his finger at the bags, they vanished into thin air.
'Alright, time for me to go,' he thought, walking out of his room.
'It's certainly been a while since I've last gone to a dungeon,' he thought, using the elevator to get to his personal flying shuttle on the roof. 'But the government can only remain lenient for so long.'
Ever since the main family members had disappeared, he hadn't been to a dungeon. He'd poured countless hours searching for the family, but it appeared as if they'd vanished into thin air.
'Not to mention the damage control needed,' Silas thought, his brows furrowing as he remembered how many board members took advantage of the situation rather than maintaining the company's stability.
As he ascended with the elevator, a certain face came to mind.
'Did I bother him with the information too soon?' Silas thought, doubting himself. 'He's barely had any time to even adjust.'
'No, I think he's smart enough to deal with this.'